Closed off, from everything, behind closed doors, to save not only my life, but someone else's.
I am lucky to be alive, I am lucky I'm still able to strive, Do not complain about the strife, of sitting at home, lucky that I'm not the one, in a hospital bed all alone, that's what quarantine means, they cannot see, or be with loved one's, for risk of spreading the disease
After all, we're just lucky its not us, fighting for every breath, air pushed into our lungs, with a respirator, as if breathing could make it any better, wondering, will today be the day, that I die?
Begging to be allowed to leave, Just because you said please? As if the doctors we need, roll out of bed with ease, to catch your sneeze, that may or may not be allergies, The same ones who would fall to their knees, Onto their own sword, risking their own life to Save yours
But all that's left is Lies. Greed. Money. Salt disguised as sugar, Swallowed with Pride.
Saviors treated like enemies, we Should have listened the prophecies, About doing good deeds, for the sake of each other, Instead of the chance to be a legacy.
It is time to stop being blind. Impossible to press rewind. We can only move forward.
Or I fear this life has become the Titanic, We hit the iceberg, Our compassion is the only life boat, and no one knows how to swim.